Project Pastor Pickles - Femdom Fury

[RapeU]

Teaser: Morgan continued to ride the pastors cock through the sensitive after orgasm pain. She was used to it, she craved it, and she worked through it. Down up down up down up she had found the perfect spot inside her and rode that cock faster and faster and faster. Suddenly the pastor bellowed out a roar like a lion. His cock throbbed and Morgan felt the fluids coat her insides. It didn’t soften thanks to the Viagra, and Morgan continued fucking that cock as fast as she could.
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The author of this story has read and accepted the rules for posting stories. They guarantee that the following story depicts none of the themes listed in the Forbidden Content section of the rules.

The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. It depicts nonconsensual sexual acts between adults. It is in no way meant to be understood as an endorsement of nonconsensual sex in real life. Any similarities of the characters in the story to real people are purely coincidental.
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Title: Project Pastor Pickles
Author: RapeU

This story is an entry in the Femdom Fury contest.
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The following story is part of the #KCU, but is written as a standalone story where you don't need to know anything about the #KCU to enjoy it. In this universe, a sex cult exists where men and women explore their sexual desires by abducting people then erasing their minds with neuralizers afterward like Men In Black. It's also set in the near future to allow for slightly more advanced technology.

Within this particular story, a female cult member with a rape kink targets a pastor while another female member whose kink is voyeurism and being dominated watches.

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Project Pastor Pickles

Morgan Tate watched the screen, desire flooding her senses. She watched as a black man, William “Bill” Jones, undressed for bed. His wife Rhonda shed her clothing as well, but she only cared about Bill. Morgan was a member of a super secret sex cult called Society of the Rose, though most people called it The Society. In the sex cult people could explore any sexual desire they wished with just a few hard exceptions. The major one was anyone younger than 18 was completely off limits. Thankfully, this wasn’t an issue here since the couple’s children were in college away from home.

Bill wasn’t just any guy. That would have been too easy and boring. He was a pastor at a local church. Some pastors were predators in disguise, but Pastor Jones was essentially clean. He made a few mistakes in his youth, but they were petty crimes like possession of marijuana and public intoxication at a park when he was 20. Pastor Jones truly tried to live life as a Christian. He was upfront with his mistakes and owned up to them. In his sermons he would use his past, and sometimes present, mistakes to emphasize how everyone falls short but you could be saved if you got baptized, repented, and turned away from your sins. In short, he practiced what he preached and everyone in the congregation appeared to like him. Morgan liked him too. She knew there was no way Bill would be a willing participant in exploring her sexual desires. Willing or unwilling didn’t matter to Morgan, she knew she could get what she wanted in either case because Bill and Diane were her personal targets for The Society.

Targets at The Society varied. Some members were willing victims who liked to be played with. Others were not members and gained attention by The Society for any number of reasons. For Morgan, she just really, really wanted to dominate one of the pastors in her hometown. Bill, this specific pastor, was the perfect target because he was righteous without being holier than thou righteous. Good, moral men were her type. They were fun to play with.

A tech-savvy member of the cult had stealthily installed tiny, hidden cameras in the nooks and crannies of the pastor’s home while he and his wife attended the morning service at church. Morgan sat in an ordinary internet repair truck parked inconspicuously a few houses down. Her fingers tapped rhythmically on the laptop keyboard in front of her. The glow from multiple screens illuminated her face as she monitored the live feeds. Several other Society members were positioned in strategic locations. The pastor and his wife, unaware of the intrusion, settled into their bed for the night. Gradually, their breathing slowed as they fell asleep, unaware of people watching their every move. Morgan's lips curled into a satisfied smile. She gently pressed the button on her earpiece. "Project Pastor Pickles is a go," she whispered into the microphone to the rest of the team.

Another hard rule in The Society was to keep the secret. With the exception of a select few no one outside the sex cult knew it even existed. Chatter over electronic devices was secure, but anything electronic could be hacked. Best practice was to give operations generic or silly code names, talk with electronics in generic terms for plausible deniability, and ensure little to no evidence was left behind. So Morgan had come up with a silly name that anyone outside of the cult wouldn’t understand.

Morgan watched as a team of four cult members, two male two female, quietly invaded the home of the pastor with bags of supplies. They disabled the alarm thanks to a techie who hacked into the company they used. The couple didn’t own any pets, which made the home invasion easier. The men of the group quietly entered the bedroom of the couple without a sound while the women hung back in the hallway. Each member had a tranquilizer gun. “Group 1, you are clear to secure the package.” Morgan said.

With minimal noise, the two cult members in the bedroom fired their tranquilizer guns. Both targets were successfully hit by the darts. Morgan scanned the nearby houses to ensure the shots hadn't been detected. There were no signs of disturbance. "Package secure. Deliver back to sender," a gruff male voice stated through Morgan’s earpiece. Three members of the group arranged the bed to be in front of the bedroom window. Then they carried Rhonda out through the back of the house to a van that had a Pizza Hut car topper. Meanwhile, the person left, a woman, slipped into the couple's bedroom closet to observe what Morgan was about to do to Pastor Jones. Rhonda was going to one of The Society’s hidden bases. While Morgan could have easily arranged for Pastor Jones to be taken like his wife, she chose instead to assault him in his own bed. It was more humiliating for him and far more exhilarating for her, given the risk of being caught.

“Postmaster is clear to inspect the other package. You have five minutes.” After the five minutes were up the plan was to have an EMP target the house to disrupt almost all electronic devices. It added an extra layer of spice because Morgan and Karen, the member in the pastor’s closet, would be partially cut off from The Society. They wouldn’t be totally cut off because every member of The Society had some kind of worn jewelry with multiple functionalities that had EMP protection installed within. The most popular option was a watch, which Morgan and Karen both possessed.

The van Morgan was in slowly drove to the pastor’s house. Morgan quickly and silently jumped out of the van as it slowly passed the house. If anyone was in position to have paid attention, they would have probably blinked and thought she had been there before the van passed by. No one was paying attention to her though and she entered the home of the pastor.

Moments later the EMP went off. Every electronic device and anything that relied on power shut down. The only light in the house came from the soft, white light of the full moon that gently filtered through the windows. Shadows danced across the bed where the pastor still lay passed out from the tranquilizer dart.

Morgan entered the bedroom of the pastor and immediately went to the closet. Karen had shed her clothing on the closet floor and was nude. “It’s a shame I can’t use my favorite SMART vibrator because of the EMP,” Karen said. SMART vibrators had settings that changed based on specific moans of the user. “True,” Morgan said as she grabbed Viagra from one of the bags. “You can always get off to the video of this with it later.” There was a small drone in the sky far enough away from the EMP recording through the pastor’s window. “And I heard they’re making another SMART version with EMP protection.” Morgan walked over to the pastor who was still asleep. She opened his mouth and dropped the pill in, then rubbed his throat so it went down smooth.

“Oh nice I didn’t hear about the new version.” Karen happily said then sighed, “watching on video is not the same as being right in front of the action.” Morgan snapped handcuffs around Karen’s wrists behind her back, “I know what you mean,” Morgan said as she pulled a rope out of the supplies. “Sometimes you have to make tough choices when there are things you want that conflict with each other.” She tied Karen’s arms together tightly then coiled the rope into a knot at the closet rod after pushing some clothes out of the way. Karen was now in a strappado position. “One of my targets ended up being transgender. I still dominated him, but it just wasn’t the same without a penis. I don’t mind dominating the occasional pussy, but I prefer cock nine times out of ten.” Karen frowned. “I’m surprised that wasn’t included in his background information. That must have been really secretive info if even The Society didn’t know that about him and didn’t see it during observation.” While she was speaking, Morgan took some support rods that Karen had assembled while waiting and placed them in strategic locations to prevent the closet rod from coming loose. Morgan shrugged “I just chalked it up to a random glitch. It wasn’t a big deal and I know I could have requested something different if I really wanted to. After I played with him I made sure his information was corrected so no harm done.”

“How do the ropes feel?” Morgan had already inspected her work and determined everything was sturdy, but it still never hurt to ask. “Perfect,” Karen said after she tested her strength against the ropes. Her breasts jiggled with the attempts. “I can’t get free.” Morgan smiled “Standard equipment in all holes?” “Yes,” Karen said, “and give me a surprise.” Morgan proceeded to fill Karen’s mouth with a strap on dildo meant for the head, her pussy with a simple battery powered vibrator that wasn’t affected by the EMP, and her ass with another battery powered vibrator which was similarly unaffected. Both vibrators were of course at maximum power.

Morgan’s eyes twinkled “You’re going to hate the surprise,” she said in a teasing tone. She pulled a bandana out of one of the bags. Karen’s eyes widened. “But first,” Morgan said “let’s secure the pastor to the bed. He’s due to wake up soon.” She grabbed more handcuffs and secured the pastors wrists to both sides of the headboard. The pastor was laying face up in his boxers until Morgan pulled his boxers off. She then walked back to the closet.

“Now,” Morgan said seductively “how evil would it be of me if I denied you voyeurism, your number one kink, and forced you to rely on your other senses.” Karen’s head frantically shook back and forth as best it could in the position it was in. Muffled moans of protest and pleasure erupted from her gagged mouth. Morgan’s eyes twinkled with delight. “You’ve been such a bad girl lately,” she teased. Morgan tied the blindfold around Karen's eyes, savoring the muffled protests that vibrated through the dildo gag. The sounds of Karen's struggle mixed with the soft hum of the vibrators created a symphony that sent heat coursing through Morgan's womanhood.

Pastor Jones groaned from the bed. Morgan quickly stripped all clothing from her body and stood directly in front of him. “Ugh, my head” he said “who…who are you and why are you naked? Can you put clothes on?” Morgan smiled. “I’m Morgan,” she said seductively “and I’m naked because I want your cock.” The pastor blinked “Wait, I’m married this is a mistake. I’m a faithful husband.” Morgan got onto the bed and slowly creeped up to the pastor on her hands and knees. Her breasts bounced with each movement. “Oh I know you’re married. That doesn’t matter to me.” “It does to me and God! Please don’t do this!” Morgan didn’t listen. She crawled on top of the pastor, her breasts right over his face. “Please,” he begged with his eyes closed “SOMEONE HELMMMMPH!”

Morgan smothered the pastor with her well endowed bosom. His muffled desperate cries were barely audible in the room. Karen’s moans were louder than his and whether or not the pastor heard them didn’t matter. She felt him buck and felt the desire of her snatch flood her body. “You will do everything I say or you will get smothered by my breast. Don’t scream again.” She lifted her bosom out of the pastor’s face. “Please,” he begged “please leave I won’t say anything.”

Morgan ignored his pleas. “We’ll start with easy things. Like don’t scream again. Every time you don’t do what I say, you get smothered by my breast.” The pastor continued to beg, then she saw a flicker on his face “Rhonda? Is that Rhonda?” So he did hear Karen’s moans. Morgan smiled “No, Rhonda is playing with others elsewhere. You’re hearing my good friend Karen. She likes to watch while other people have sex.” “Good lord,” the pastor exclaimed “that’s so wrong! What you’re doing is wrong! Please!”

“Now,” Morgan said while continuing to ignore his cries of protest “you’re going to suck my nipple.” The pastor frantically shook his head “NO! SOMEONE HELP ME PLMMMMMPH!” Morgan shoved her bosom into the pastor’s face again. His legs kicked and flailed, but he couldn’t stop the suffocation. After a few moments, she withdrew from his face. “Naughty boy,” she calmly scolded in stark contrast to the panicked person underneath her “screaming for help is not part of our playtime.” The pastor didn’t listen, “HELP SOMEONE PLEASE HLMMMMPH!” She smothered him with her bosom again. His wrists frantically tried to escape the handcuffs, but it was futile.

Morgan pulled her bosom away from his face. She adjusted herself to where her face was right next to his ear. “Just give in,” she loudly whispered for the benefit of Karen’s hearing and the drone’s microphone outside. “it’ll be so much easier for you.” The pastor shook his head and said “Whoever dwells in the shelter of the Most High will rest in the shadow of the Almighty.” Morgan’s eyes twinkled with amusement. She got off the bed and walked to the closet. The pastor, relieved continued reciting a psalm he knew by heart. “I will say of the Lord, ‘He is my refuge and my fortress, my God, in whom I trust.’”

“Do you remember when I said my friend Karen likes to watch people have sex?” The pastor’s eyes widened as he took notice of the naked woman tied up in his closet. He continued reciting scripture “Surely he will save you from the fowler’s snare and from the deadly pestilence.” Morgan removed the blindfold from Karen’s head. Karen for her part had an appreciative look in her eyes and gave a loud moan of approval. “He will cover you with his feathers, and under his wings you will find refuge; his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart.”

Morgan was on top of the pastor again by the time he finished speaking. “Now let’s try that again,” she said as he continued to recite the psalm. “You are going to suck my nipple.” He ignored her command. “You will not fear the terror of night, nor the arrow that flies bmmmmmmmph!” Morgan smothered him with her bosom again. He flailed his arms and legs with little effect. She withdrew and he gasped for air like he had prior times.

“Suck my nipple.” Morgan calmly said. This time the pastor obeyed. He opened his mouth in a small o and allowed Morgan’s nipple to slip right in. “That’s a good boy,” she praised and heard an inhuman moan from Karen. “Karen approves too,” she said. Suck, suck, suck, the pastor slowly sucked Morgan’s nipple. She withdrew from his mouth with a soft pop. “Now the other one,” she commanded. The pastor sobbed but obeyed. Suck, suck, suck, just like the other side. Morgan felt the pleasure, and her womanhood demanded attention. But first her breast had a date with his cock.

The pastor’s cock indicated he was slightly aroused, but not full on horny. Morgan wasn’t concerned. The Viagra would kick in soon. She cupped her breasts, feeling their weight in her palms, and leaned forward until his cock was between her breasts. It would have been easier if Morgan was on the bottom, but she had done this enough times that she was skilled enough to titty fuck herself with his cock without much awkwardness. Slowly with each movement his cock grew harder and harder. Perfect, the Viagra was starting to kick in.

A sigh of pleasure escaped Morgan’s lips. She was getting close to the best part. The part where she made people beg to fuck her. She could have done it without him begging, sure, but there was just something about forcing someone to beg for something they didn’t want that drove Morgan wild. “Your cock is hard,” she observed. The pastor only sobbed in reply, tears streamed down his face. “I know you’re enjoying this.” He didn’t reply other than a whimper. Karen groaned loudly again, possibly from another orgasm.

“Beg me to fuck you.” The pastor’s eyes widened again. “Please no. Please don’t make me!” Morgan smiled wickedly “You know the consequences of defying me,” she said calmly. “Now beg.” “SOMEONE HEMMMPPHHH” Morgan shoved her bosom in his face again. “Naughty boy,” she said with that steel calm in her voice “I told you screaming is not part of our fun.” He futilely thrashed underneath Morgan just like he did the other times she smothered him.

“Let’s try again,” she calmly said after her bosom withdrew from her face. “Beg me to fuck you. This time I’ll smother you with my pussy if you don’t. And if you bite me down there,” her voice took a dark, sinister tone to it as she borrowed a phrase from someone she admired in The Society “you will wish you had never been born.” Pastor Jones visually gulped. His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down his throat. Karen let out another animalistic groan.

“Please…” the pastor hesitated. “Please what?” Morgan patiently asked. “Please, Morgan.” “I like you remembered my name when I only said it once tonight,” Morgan praised. “I know you’re stalling but I’ll allow it. This time. Please Morgan what?” “Please Morgan, just do it and get it over with,” the pastor begged in resignation. Morgan cackled, “I’m not letting you off that easy. What are you asking me to do?” The pastor didn’t say another word, his face a shade lighter than normal. “Guess that means my pussy will…” “No! Wait” the pastor begged “I’ll say it, I’ll say it!”

“Last chance” Morgan calmly said, “stall again and you’ll be smothered by my pussy then forced to lick it.” Her tone then shifted to dark and foreboding, “and if you dare bite it…” she growled like an angry mama bear mad at someone messing with her cubs. “Pleasefuckme” the pastor quickly said. “What was that? I didn’t quite catch it. Too fast, and didn’t sound like begging.” “Please fuck me, Morgan.” She smiled. “So much better. That’s a good boy.”

Morgan positioned her pussy right above the pastors cock and slowly moved down. He moaned as the head of his cock brushed against her pussy. Slowly her dripping wet pussy that demanded satisfaction swallowed every inch of his thick hard cock. Up and down, up and down, up and down. She got into the familiar satisfying rhythm. The black pastor’s cock was huge and barely fit, just the way Morgan liked it. She grunted and groaned as the flames of desire burned within her. Karen let out matching muffled screeches of pure pleasure. The pastor sobbed and groaned in his shame.

Up down, up down, faster, faster, faster. Morgan gained a tempo and rode the cock. She was screaming in pleasure when the orgasm ripped through her hungry cunt. Karen’s screams were not as loud, but they would have been louder without the dildo in her mouth. Pastor Jones could only grunt and moan, the pleasure filled his body past the point of the ability to protest.

Morgan continued to ride the pastors cock through the sensitive after orgasm pain. She was used to it, she craved it, and she worked through it. Down up down up down up she had found the perfect spot inside her and rode that cock faster and faster and faster. Suddenly the pastor bellowed out a roar like a lion. His cock throbbed and Morgan felt the fluids coat her insides. It didn’t soften thanks to the Viagra, and Morgan continued fucking that cock as fast as she could. Karen’s exhausted moans added even more flavor of the moment. Down up down up, Morgan screamed through another orgasm.

The pastor lay there, eyes glassed over from the pleasure and after effects of his cock exploding into a vagina. Morgan loved the look of men after they exploded in her pussy and were still hard. Viagra was such a magical drug that made men last long enough for her desires to be fulfilled. Up down up down up down. She felt his cock explode again and her body gave her one last orgasm before her hungry cunt felt satisfied.

Morgan lifted herself off of the pastor. His dick, which had softened just a little, came out with a plop. She stood on wobbly legs for a few moments, getting her bearings. Karen continued to moan and groan. Morgan pushed through the fog in her brain and removed the vibrators from Karen's cunt and ass. Karen’s moans stopped, but she continued to breathe heavily. “Holy shit,” Karen said when the dildo was removed from her mouth. “you really got me with that surprise. I truly thought you would keep me blindfolded the whole time.” Morgan smirked “I’m not totally evil,” she said playfully as she untied Karen’s arms. “That was the best voyer I ever had,” Karen complimented. The handcuffs made a clicking noise as her wrists became free. “You’re welcome,” Morgan happily said.

Morgan pressed a button on her watch. “Project Pastor Pickles complete. Send package with a thank you note.” The two women then collapsed onto the floor of the bedroom. “The best part about working with a team,” Karen observed, her breathing still heavy but more under control “the less we have to do to clean up.” “Yeah,” Morgan agreed. “I thought about calling them before freeing you, but you looked like you reached your limit.” Karen nodded, “Dominate me again sometime. Not now because holy fuck I’m so exhausted and satisfied I could just let myself go and fall asleep right here. But seriously, you’re really, really good.”

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One of the clever ways The Society kept the secret was neuralizers similar to the Men In Black universe. After the team retrieved the exhausted women from the pastor’s house, they neuralized him to make him forget the whole encounter. His wife, who was played with by the trio that went back to one of the bases, was also neuralized to forget her terrifying ordeal. Thus, the pastor and his wife woke up the next day feeling like they had sex the night before and assumed it was with each other instead of the much darker truth.

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This was a fun one that wrote itself with the already created universe. I just made up a few extra characters that haven't been seen before and let the two females loose out of their cage.

[Claire]

I really like the idea of corrupting the morals of a religious man as the theme for this story. I also enjoyed the casual banter between Morgan and Karen like this is just another Friday night with the girls. That gave the story an almost surreal feel.

What I'm not so sure about is whether the story actually gains something from being set in the larger universe that has this secret society. Would this story not work just as well if this was just a story about a "normal" woman obsessing over the priest she admires and her slipping something into his coffee or whatever before she goes for a confession? I think that might have felt more personal and could have given the entire ordeal a bit more emotional depth.

That being said, you definitely delivered on the femdom theme for the contest! A worthy contender.